Episode 20

We find ourselves back at the hotel. The atmosphere between Nicolas and me is no longer as tense. I want to order something light for dinner, but he doesn't allow it. He claims that I didn't have lunch or that it doesn't count as lunch because I vomited it. Anyway, I'm having soup with a couple of other dishes waiting for me.

"Anna, once we get to Los Angeles, I'll drop you off and head to New York. I can't stay away from my business for too long, and most of it is managed from that city."

"I understand."

"You need to take care of yourself. Remember that you're carrying my child." In a way, that last remark brings up some strange emotions in me, and I don't understand why. Even though I'm glad to know that my child will have a father who will love and protect him, it feels strange to know that he only cares about him. I'm being foolish; that shouldn't matter.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of my pregnancy. It's a priority."

"I'll try to be back in a couple of days, and together we'll handle everything related to prenatal care. But if it's necessary and you need to see a doctor earlier, don't hesitate to do so, alright?"

"Alright. I've lost my appetite." I get up from the table and walk towards the bathroom. I need to take a shower and go to sleep.

"Is something wrong?" he asks just before I close the bathroom door.

"No." I close the door, look at myself in the mirror, and sigh. I start removing each item of clothing, while the bathtub fills up. Once finished, I step into it and relax my body.

Different memories of what has been my short but intense story with Nicolas cross my mind.

Flashback.

"Come on, wife, I can't wait to make love to you," Nicolas says, whispering in my ear as he embraces my waist and gently bites my neck, after our "I do" kiss.

"Before that, I want to do something naughty," I look into his eyes and give him a mischievous smile.

"You scare me, and that turns me on."

Nicolas accompanies me, and we hop in one of his trucks, and the driver takes us to the parking lot of the bar where we were until recently.

"Are you going to tell me what exactly you want to do?"

"That convertible," I point to the car I am referring to.

"Is it yours? Do you want to go get it?" he asks, still not understanding.

"It belongs to the man who was stalking me."

"I think I'm starting to understand."

"Look at this," I pull out a fuchsia aerosol spray paint.

"Hahaha, where did you get that from?"

"I got it while I was still sober, hahaha. Shhh," I silence myself, and Nicolas just smiles and raises an eyebrow. "Do you think we can approach without being noticed?"

"We'll do it," he responds, takes my hand, and approaches his men to ask them to keep their distance and not attract attention. He pulls me along, and we sneak through the other cars. Darkness is our accomplice.

"Would you do the honors?" I ask Nicolas, offering him the paint.

"What kind of man would I be? You first, dear wife." A smile full of malice spreads across my face, even Chucky would be impressed. I look at Nicolas and write "A night in your arms" on the car. He takes it from me and proceeds to write "Let it be every night." He passionately kisses me, and I get lost in the deliciousness of his lips. They are so fiery and seductive, his tongue relentlessly battling mine. He sucks on my lower lip, igniting my desires. He places his hands on my rear and squeezes it. I release a soft moan, and he assaults my mouth with even more intensity.

"I desire you like I've never desired anyone before," he says amidst the kiss.

"I'll be your downfall," I say, my breath catching. The street is empty except for us.

"Allow me to lose myself between your legs, and I'll be your slave."

"I would love to be your queen." After a while, we separate.

"Something is missing," I mention.

"What?"

I grab the aerosol again and spray many hearts all over the car. I feel Nicolas taking my hand, and we start running, followed by many men, including the car owner. We enter an alley, and suddenly the sound of sirens...

End of flashback.

...***...

I emerge from the bathtub, gasping for air. Now I remember everything, and I am astonished by myself and what I was capable of doing. That man is definitely a bad influence.

I decide to step out of the shower, as it only seems to amplify the tension, which it certainly did in a significant way. Clad in a towel, I momentarily forget that I am not alone. My feet are damp, causing me to slip and lose my balance. Nicolas, who is nearby, quickly catches me by the waist. In the process, I fail to hold onto the towel, and it falls, leaving me covered only by the arms of Nicolas, who is now shirtless. Our bodies make skin-to-skin contact, rendering me unable to react, yet too timid to meet his gaze.

"Look at me," he demands. Slowly, I lift my gaze and meet his eyes. I force myself to react and attempt to move away, but he doesn't allow it. On the contrary, he strengthens his grip. He leans in, inhaling the scent of my neck, brushing it with his nose, and makes his way towards my mouth. I am mesmerized, dropping my arms, yearning to succumb to his will.

"I've dreamed of this moment for so long," he continues speaking as he gets closer to my mouth...

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